Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Flashbacks (1)

After his conversation with Prince on a phone call. Prince went straight to the bathroom to sit down. He also performed two night prayers.

Then continue reading the Qur'an. Prince reading Surah Al-Mulk. The reading is very sweet. Two years of learning to read Arabic, and the results were amazing.

Since two years ago, when he recited two shahadahs, Prince never forgot to read the Qur'an, even if only one verse a day.

Tonight, on the prayer mat. Prince held out his hand. He was devoted to God to calm the feeling of longing that was getting hotter in his heart.

Prince ended his prayer by reading sholawat as much as 100x and then read surah al-fatihah as much as 3x. Prince kept calling for God's asthma. Bertasbih and tahmid also did.

His heart began to calm down more, and now his memories brought him back to the past.

**When the inauguration is over, the invited guests are home. Rina and Bimo approached Prince.

"Boss, you know where Isma is?" Ask Rina.

"Since the show started, we couldn't find Isma." Connect Bimo.

Prince tidied his suit. Then breathe out slowly.

"Isma has officially resigned from the office."

"Well, how could that be?" Shouted Rina.

"Boss, don't confuse personal problems with work, dong." Rutuk Bimo was carried away with emotion.

"He's the one who's gonna stop, not me who's forcing him." Prince replied coldly without emotion.

"And the Boss took it for granted? Boss knows, Isma is a diligent and disciplined worker. Isma's the best secretary in the Company…"

"I and Isma have their own reasons for this. You're good bees focus on your work." Rigorously.

Bimo was struck with emotion when he saw the Prince who seemed to not care at all about Isma's decline. Even Prince did not show any expression.

"Boss, reconsider. . ."

"If you still want to stay in the company, never talk about Isma before me." Strictly again with his flat.

Rina's eyes bulged in annoyance. Why did Boss treat Isma like this since Boss got married. Rina was not out of thought, their relationship used to be very good, even occasionally people gossiped about the two.

"One more thing, never mention or speak of me before Isma." Reciprocity.

"Well, why. . ." Ask Rina.

"good. I will obey the Boss' orders. I will never talk about Isma in this company. And vice versa. I will never let Isma hear about you." Firmly Bimo while tightly grasping Rina's wrist.

"Russia. . . It can't be. . ." Rina Protest.

Bimo blinked his eyes, giving the code for Lina to stop discussing this matter.

"But, Bim. . ."

Bimo hugged Rina's shoulder.

"All right, sir, we better get some rest first. Excuse me, sir." Bimo said as he stepped by pulling Lina's body to go with him.

Prince just stared at the departure of the two. After making sure he was just staying alone, then he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Her chest feels tight. How painful it was to accept reality, Isma has now disappeared from view.

"May you always be happy Isma." He said softly while stroking his chest that increasingly felt stuffy.

It did not feel like a clear white bulir had dripped from his eye patch dripping down right onto the prayer mat.

"It feels like just yesterday I lost you, Isma. But it turns out, it's been a long time since I've harbored all this yearning, and this sadness."

The crying became more. Prince is not weak. He cried to pour out all the stuffy feelings he had been holding for the past three years.

No one knows the suffering he has been harboring all this time, because Prince changed himself into a person who is firm, cold and angry. He really became a figure that was feared no longer in disdain by his subordinates.

'God, is this the answer to my prayers all along. Or is this part of the test to set my heart on Your religion? Guide me, O God. Strengthen my heart to remain firm and cling to Your religion.'

Her tears were flowing down her cheeks. Tonight was a hard night and a happy one for Prince. Because in the midst of his crying, there was a happy smile imagining when he would be able to see Isma even from afar.

'Wait for me Isma.' Her inner. Not forgetting that her smile was beautifully engraved on her face.

Connect. . .